Lyrics:
then I'm running your pockets
I'm taking your keys and your phone and your wallet
Kick ya in ya chest something like a Spartan
Big body shit, no Bradley
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
Reporting live from Memphis, where crime is at an all-time high
It has been an absolutely terrifying season of violence
(Dee, you poppin' your
and you know I ain't switching
Don't try to pull up on me wrong you know this shit get ignant
I might just pull up on your big homie with 36
That 4 by 4 got
Mad vibes
Think we killing this shii
Woi-oi
Kill the vibes
Stay on my grind
Do what I like
I am a king I do what I like
I do what I like
I am
By your man when you haven't quite woke up? #metoo
When you're both 17 in Cali where no Romeo and Juliet rule applies to you? Hashtag you two in jail!
got dreams and aspirations of ballin' big
I want a crib in the hills out there where kobe live
And I can get it if I put my grind to it
Quit making
And she know my heart cold like ice (That's facts)
Call your main bitch over, I might
Bet you she gon’ be in love by the night
Fuck that, saying she in love
I gotcha
Got ya on my mind, think about you all the time, girl you compliment my grind
So, I gotcha
Would you like some wine, perhaps champagne
You wanna get out you betta get up
Betta get out and get your bread up
You wanna get out you betta get up
Betta get out and get your bread up
You
you out the class with no hall pass
Nonetheless, puff my chest never see me sweat
So ahead of my time my parents haven't even met
Word to Big L I see
Should've told you that shit last time
Money got me working overtime
So I'ma make up for the past time
Late nights by the ocean
Thinking 'bout
I will take a step back, only if a step back goon double our grind
A diplomat with a diploma, but marijuana help free your mind
This 4 my homes still
it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put your lighters up
Bed-Stuy,
on accord not off of free will
Thankful for it all praying for better things
Martin was the king but B.I.G. said it was all a dream
Decisions made follow your
on accord not off of free will
Thankful for it all praying for better things
Martin was the king but B.I.G. said it was all a dream
Decisions made follow your
that my thumbs bleed
Black shades on, I'm lowkey
If I see that ass then I got to speak
Like, grind on me, grind on me, grind on me
Hey
Slowly
I grab your
Stars intertwine i don't wanna miss my ride
What comes next cannot be denied
From down South to the East coast
My niggas winning
I got my grind
we rocking the crowd,
Get gwop by the thou', wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
a paper, grind a tree up, roll it up and spark a tree (hahaha)
By the youngin's, got some game and yeah they got it all from me
By the bitches, safe
That's what's up, Big Sox, E3
I'm on the grind (can't wait to shine) fuck that
I pull your blinds catch you f'ing with mines
Now go head, I got no time
less if you hate me or not
No fear no one gave me a spot
Grind all day till the day that I drop
Moving
Big kick to the spine
New slide coming straight
, the work (grind)
95 left wrist, white t-shirt (white)
Moon-walkin' on your bitch, good footwork (hey)
I need a Benzo, a Benzo (Benzo)
I need a 'Rari
your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it it
Loud mics and big rims,
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